After Japan

my bestintheworld sis featuring the glorious butt of nara deer my love

Kansai was ridiculously familiar.

Deer and grass and momijis and wet silver spiderweb in the morning

I watched a schoolboy-ish baseball game from afar

(>100m?).

Crows were many. Lovely but I’d imagine children scoot away often, but they didn’t.

I enjoyed nara. Enjoy is not precise, actually, since it means I en the joy, which means that I activated some kind of joy in nara, which means that nara received a joy from me instead of the opposite, which was not the case. (although I can’t possibly know).

Nara incites tranquil chasm I can easily relive but not by photo

Like, a childhood backyard

Meanwhile osaka

I apparently didn’t appreciate Osaka well enough.

Osaka sidewalks and glicoman and bridges and heiji-ness

And rivers and universal city and honey water (was that Kyoto?)

I can’t help but feel sorry that

I can’t remember being in on par delight with how splendid they were

I’ll get back to you,

I’ll stop by to savor some takoyakis first thing because I have a feeling it’ll help.

Not a day I passed here without thinking about takoyaki (for real)

Takoyakis are great. I found some here and they’re cheap imitations but even them, they’re great.

And Kyoto!!!!!

Kyoto as a city itself!!!!!!

Nara is easily a favorite, Osaka is where I’ll go back to, Kyoto is how I remember Japan

I regret not riding a bike once.

I was not in a good condition then but I happen to ingrain a lot more than I consciously do so

(just realized it here)

Visual memories are occupied by Kyoto! Kyoto! Kyoto! And some Nara and a few Osaka

Or maybe because we were with muthi, who gave meaning to pictures, which makes it makes sense that I remember them.

Talking about muthi

Neighborhood……and sunflower seeds…………..best part

When ppl remember, it’s either they respect the information or they find it somehow interesting, either way it’s good, and that’s where she never fails to impress, she remembers.

Despite my initial excitement I hate meeting rosyad because I didn’t know what to say and I hate not knowing what to say and I hate feeling sorry, because I felt sorry (sorry), but despite this, too, I laugh at the memory, and it feels good now, though it didn’t back then. Glad we met. Drat I want a cell now.

Talking about muthi, again….

This is what pushed me to inscribe Japan exp.

She said something before May 5 6 7, not related & not discussed but got emphasized while I was there..

She said, that, life’s not a race.

Story’s familiar but I left a life of (what I think is) passion, after making some friends here and there.

I had roots there. I still get flashes of updates of them anywhere,

What they have became, what they have achieved, how much they love what they do

I can’t help thinking what I could’ve become.

Although as The Man dearly pointed out ‘CYBER BULLYING DOES NOT EXIST GURL GOT BULLIED GURL CLOSE UR DAMN LAPTOP WALK AWAY HAHAHAHAHA……’ which in my situation means if it bothers me I just have to stop peeking but I love that life, remember, so I can’t do no gurl close my laptop walk away, yo

So life is not a race really helps.

I know what I am doing now is right, but it still bothered me, but this is better for me than if I stayed,

Almost guaranteed better at least to my sanity knowing I am not wasting the channels I am blessed with,

Like knowing a granted power and utilizing it for the better of people,

Like a physicist who has access to labs and science-dom,

Whose city needs a supply of techie techie to survive,

And knows he’s the one with power,

And although he prefers, imagines, likes pursuing career in cubicle,

He put on his anti-heat glasses,

Accessing that corner in interest-sphere

And utilizes it.

Right.

So when I see my friends doing things I am not able to commit into because situations, I have to constantly remind myself, life is not a race. I’m happy I came across the mindset. So thank you.

As long as we’re doing our best, our pace is right.

Life is not a race.

I am not as tight-throated now as I was

It does not bother me anymore.

Now I feel the longing whenever I listened to a really rich religious lecture,

So I think this is a good sign,

That my cousins’ commitment to arabic or hadith or verses does something to me,

Because really the more you learn the more you feel stupid

And seeing them advancing speedily to seize religion

This is a race,

Definitely.

So, one last thing;

Race thou

In doing good deeds!

You know I don’t only mean good religious deeds.

Thanks to my sis who

Despite my unconcealable indifference

Tried her hardest to bring Japan to my life.

Still don’t know why you did that.

Please do know it was really great,

You were very patient, still don’t know how you did that,

But I had a good time, so really, thank you…